Suo Jinghua: The Concubine of the Violent King

Forget it, this is not what he cares about, and in case of mistaking her, he decided to take her back and let the wizard Feng Yuzhe study it to see if the colored stone on her neck is the Holy Spirit Stone.

"I'll give you a name, okay?"

name?Eleven looked up and looked at the man unexpectedly.

"It's called Eleven."

He was domineering and didn't give her any chance to choose. At this moment, the word "eleven" was deeply seared in his mind like a red-hot iron.

While the imperial doctor was examining Eleven's injuries, he asked Feng Yuzhe to stand aside and observe.He believed in Feng Yuzhe, as if Feng Yuzhe would surrender his life for him.He got good news, it was indeed the Holy Spirit Stone.He suddenly felt that he had a heart attack, and he took the time to relax.

But the Holy Spirit Stone cannot be removed from Eleven's neck, and the Holy Spirit Stone is held by the saints of all ages. If Lingjing learns that he has trapped the saint in Dongzhao Palace, it will not take long, and there will only be two dynasties in the world. Stand up.

Eleven lost his memory, Feng Yuzhe suggested to keep Eleven with him for a long time, maybe the spiritual power of the Holy Spirit Stone will also affect the fate of Dongzhao's heirs.During that year, for the heir of King Dongzhao, he tried his best to pamper Eleven and always paid attention to the movements of Lingjing.But he still failed to get what he wanted, and Shiyi's feelings for him grew stronger day by day.

Eleven has been in the palace for nearly a year and a half, and one day he received news that Lingjing had recovered the lost saint, but at this time Eleven was clearly by his side.He did everything possible to find out, and the spiritual realm had indeed found the saint.How important the saint is in the spiritual realm, this kind of thing must not be joked.

So who is Eleven next to him?Didn't Feng Yuzhe say that what she was wearing was the Holy Spirit Stone?Call Feng Yuzhe again and let him examine it carefully.This time, he wasn't sure.He slumped on the chair, speculating that it might be because Feng Yuzhe's spiritual power has been used too much in recent years, and he misidentified Eleven when he made a mistake.

He began to neglect Eleven, and when he thought of how he had been trying to please a woman who was of no use to him over the past year, he wished he could eat Eleven alive.She has no virtue and incompetence, so why should she enjoy what he has given her?Is it just because she has a face that can almost conquer the world?But what Qi Mingye wants is not a beauty, but the Dongzhao Dynasty for generations to come.

Eleven is conscious. After feeling her indifference, she started to make trouble, and gradually she stopped making trouble, and she ran away.Running away again and again, he caught her back again and again, avenging her undeserved retribution, and venting his empty joy of fetching water from a bamboo basket.If it wasn't for the delay on the [-]th, maybe he could find the real saint, or even more likely he would have a son now.

Standing under the corridor at this time, watching Yuwei dragging Shiyi to the Chunhua Hall.Qi Mingye slapped the pillars fiercely, cursing inwardly: Damn it.

A palace maid stared in astonishment at the eleventh girl who had been chased back again, and went up to her, covering her lips and nose with tears in her eyes.Just as he was about to reach out to pick it up, he asked the guard to block her. He watched as the guard threw Miss Eleven onto the bed, picked up the iron chain tied at the foot of the bed, and locked her ankles.Then he said to the palace maid: "I can't die, the imperial doctor will come over in a while, take good care of me."

The maidservant nodded weakly, and when the guard stepped out of the threshold, she immediately rushed to the side of the bed, looking at the eleventh girl covered in blood.When I touched my nose and found that I was still breathing, I was slightly relieved, but seeing that the injury on my body was more severe than last time, I couldn't help but feel sad again, "Girl, I beg you to stop running away, the king's temper is not bad." I know, this time I am afraid that I have reached the limit, next time you will definitely be beaten to death."